Reality, urban life, no system, little people, suspense, emotion, revenge, fireworks in the world, stories of people around you
My name is Chen Qing. I have been running express delivery in the west of Jiangzhou City for six years. I am stupid and have no ability. I rely on a broken electric car to support my family.
My father had a second cerebral infarction, and the doctor gave him a death order - 87 days, 80,000 yuan in surgical fees, and if he couldn't get enough, he would be dead. I looked through my family's belongings and found less than five thousand. The delivery fee was raised to 70 cents per order, and the fine for complaints was 200. I spent the whole day calculating, but I couldn't get enough.
When I was desperate, I started receiving weird anonymous couriers. Each order cost three yuan. There was only a note in the box - it said the name of the person, the amount, and the date. The record of a fruit stall proprietress who was defrauded of 200,000 yuan is accurate. The sender is in the dark, the liar is in the open, and my father's life hangs on the countdown.
I have been delivering couriers for six years, but I never thought that one day, what would come out from under the wheels would not only be a way to survive, but also the truth.
My name is Chen Qing, and I am also a courier. But I'm not going to be silent anymore.
